The sight is a gift
The sight is a curse
To see horrrible pain
That you can't reverse
To dream of ones death
To see ones fate
To know my destiny
To know it's too late
To relive my past
This is my gift
This is my curse
For better
And for worse
Psychic
What a meanfull poem; so full of concern for events you can't change or the choices people make. I liked your poem very much.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
physic
thankyou
A picture may say a thousand words, But a story tells of somthing greater than any pencil could imagine.